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⚠️*THIS CONTENT IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS 18+⚠️

⚠️*This entry may not be suitable for all readers as it contains sensitive content such as armed robbery and strong language⚠️

⚠️*TRIGGER WARNING for teen pregnancy and incarceration⚠️

⚠️*READER DISCRETION STRONGLY ADVISED⚠️

My mother-in-law is a force to be reckoned with. She lived a life I wouldn't wish on anyone. The kind of life that hardened her once innocent heart. The kind that made her reject her only child before he was even born. Still, on the rare occasion she does open her heart she does it in a big way. There is no length too great for those she holds dear; as she proved when Logan and I were still in Langston. I'm happy to be among the few that she'd go to war for.

It wasn't always that way though. When Logan and I first met Jeanette she was 9 years into a 12-year prison sentence for armed robbery. She sat across from us, looked Logan square in his face and felt absolutely nothing. Not even a small glimmer of feelings for him. I still can't wrap my mind around that. I'm just built different I guess.

At the time I was 7 months pregnant with Logi which prompted her to ask him if he was sure my baby was his. The audacity. The way she talked to me was rude and downright mean. It incensed Logan, but I could take it. Even with my sensitive self I'm no shrinking violet. I learned a long time ago how to not be. What I couldn't take was how dismissive she was of Logan. That broke my heart. Of course, him being made up of the same tough interior as she is, repressed every ounce of his feelings and let it go, but I couldn't. I just couldn't leave well enough alone. I don't know why I'm like this. Lo says I want him to have feelings that just aren't there and that he doesn't care about 90% of the things that I care about. That may be true, but if I can fix it, I will. Or at least I will have tried. And tried I did.

The way Jeanette and Lo left things was heavy on my mind. I decided to write to her and kept it a secret from Logan. If he had known I was writing to her he would've had a whole fit. I thought if she knew more about him it would spark something, anything inside her heart for him.

I wrote 5 pages telling her about the time in his childhood that was spent in and out of foster homes. About the time he was homeless and how he found a sense of belonging with different crews, no matter how fleeting they were. The way he would not, because he could not accept love or the idea that someone genuinely cared about him. How he just didn't feel worthy of either. Logan has always been confident, cocky, and arrogant, but he didn't value himself beyond his good looks, street smarts, sexual prowess, and ability to have any big bootied car groupie he wanted.

All that and she didn't respond. Over the course of 6 months I wrote her 5 letters before she finally wrote back. Only responding to curse me in a short, not so sweet paragraph.

"Dear Bronwyn,

The fuck is your problem? Why do you keep writing me? I have never in my life seen someone as pushy as you. What the hell are you even on that you just won't quit. This shit isn't cute. It's extremely annoying. You don't know me. I don't know you. I don't want to know you and I don't know why you'd want to know me. Your sad stories about Logan don't phase me because like I said before when y'all visited me you don't know shit about me or the life I've lived. Get you some business and leave me the fuck alone. First warning.

Jeanette"

What I got from that was a. she wrote me back and that b. she actually read my letters - - - - That was progress! All I needed was a reaction from her and I got it.